Rejected by Her Mate Claimed by Four Alphas novel Chapter 60

Alpha Darius‘ POV

I stood silent, watching her work. She hadn’t noticed me, too focused on her training. The intensity in her eyes reminded me of how she had looked during the fights against my elite force. That same single–minded concentration and deadly grace.

Her fists hit the bag in quick succession, the muscles in her back and shoulders flexing with each impact. She spun suddenly, executing a perfect roundhouse kick that would have taken a man’s head off.

Then she froze, mid–movement, her eyes locking with mine across the room.

My body responded instantly to the sight of her. Heat pooled low in my gut, my wolf stirring with hunger that had nothing to do with food. I remembered how she had felt beneath me in the infirmary, all strength and fire and challenge. How she had matched me, pushed me, demanded more.

Watching her now, covered in sweat, power radiating from every line of her body, I felt that hunger grow stronger. My mouth went dry. My hands itched to touch her, to feel that strength, to claim it, to match it. The air between us thickened with tension that had nothing to do with pack hierarchy and everything to do with primal, sexual need to be with each other.

With each passing day, the mate bond grew and my urge to claim her as mine grew yet… I couldn’t tell her just yet she was mine. She needed to realize that herself.

Clara didn’t move at first. Just held my gaze like a challenge issued–those blue eyes steady, unflinching, as if daring me to step forward and act on every filthy thought currently tearing through my control like claws through silk.

She unwrapped her hands slowly, the boxing tape slick with sweat, and let the rolls fall to the floor one by

one.

Every sound it made echoed like a heartbeat in the silent room. She reached for the hem of her tank top, and when she peeled it up and over her head in one unhurried motion, my breath caught. Not from surprise. From sheer fucking awe.

Her sports bra was soaked through, nearly translucent, the fabric clinging to her breasts like a second skin. Her n*****s stood hard and erect against the damp cloth, every breath she took lifting her chest slowly, like she knew exactly what it did to me.

She didn’t speak and she didn’t have to.

I crossed the room in two strides.

My hand caught her jaw, rough but softly, tilting her face up as I leaned in. “You knew I was there,” I murmured, the words a growl against her mouth.

“I felt you,” she replied, voice husky, threading her fingers into the waistband of my pants, not pulling–yet-

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Her lips barely brushed mine. Just a ghost of contact. My body screamed for more. But Clara played this game with terrifying skill.

She pulled back slightly, just enough to breathe, “You watched me fight. Want to see how I play after working out?” whispering lowly yet seductively.

I lost it.

My hand slid down, gripping the back of her thigh as I lifted her effortlessly and slammed her against the reinforced metal rack bolted to the floor and meant for storing weights, now bearing the weight of something far more dangerous.

She wrapped her legs around my waist, grinding against the hard bulge in my pants with a smirk that drove

me half mad.

Our mouths crashed together–no slow build now, no teasing. Tongues tangled, teeth clicked, breathing turned ragged. She bit my lip and I groaned, rutting forward with a grind that made her gasp. “Hnnnh—” Her hands tore at my shirt, buttons pinging to the floor as she shoved the fabric aside, dragging nails across my chest with savage delight. I bucked against her, gripping her ass in both hands, squeezing hard enough to bruise.

She arched forward, pressing her t**s against my bare chest, her voice low and urgent, “Take it off.”

I yanked the bra up, not bothering with delicacy. Her breasts spilled free, perfect and flushed from exertion, n*****s stiff and begging for my mouth. I didn’t make her wait.

I sucked one into my mouth, hot and wet, rolling it between my tongue and teeth while my other hand kneaded the other roughly. Clara groaned, throwing her head back against the metal bar, hips jerking toward mine. “Shit, Darius–ahhh-”

“You’re gonna scream my name before I’m done,” I growled, lifting her higher, letting her slide down slow against the thick ridge of my c**k still trapped in my pants. The friction dragged a full–body tremor from

her.

I dropped her suddenly to the floor. She landed soft on her knees, grinning like a fucking devil.

Her hands were already on my fly.

Clara’s fingers made quick work of the button and zipper, tugging both free with a single practiced motion. My c**k sprang out, thick and already dripping pre–cum, twitching in anticipation as her gaze dropped to it -then flicked up to meet mine again, her eyes hooded, hungry.

“Fuck,” she whispered, voice full of awe and amusement and something darker–satisfaction. Like she was already tasting victory.

Her fingers curled around the base, warm and firm, and she stroked once–slowly, from the base to tip- then back down, her knuckles brushing my thighs. I gritted my teeth, veins straining against the pressure

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But she didn’t stop. Her grip tightened slightly, her thumb circling the crown, smearing the moisture across the flushed head before dipping lower, dragging her tongue up the underside with a long, obscene slurp. “Mmmfhh…” she moaned, lips parting just enough to let the tip slide between them.

My hand flew to her braid, not to control her–but to hold on for dear life.

She sucked me in slow, inch by aching inch, her tongue flattening and curling as she moved, making me feel every pulsing vein. Her lips sealed tight around me as she took more, deeper, until the head bumped the back of her throat and she gagged softly, eyes watering but still locked to mine.

“Shit- Clara–f- fuck, just like that-“I hissed, legs braced wide, hips twitching forward of their own

volit on.

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